Chelsea (The Club Girl Diaries Book 2) by Addison Jane Read Free Book Online Page A

could have got into? Do you have any idea how much danger you could be in?”
    She glared at me. “No, I don’t. For me to know that you’d have to tell me what was going on, and that isn’t information I’m privy to.”
    “And you think you should be, right?”
    “Sometimes, yeah.”
    “And what makes you so fucking special that, other than my brothers, you should be the one person to be told exactly what’s going on?”
    She stood up sharply. “Okay, Optimus. I get it. I’m not special. I’ll just continue to lay around the clubhouse and spread my legs for the men. Awesome. Glad we got that sorted.”
    She stripped off her light jacket and threw it across the small desk in the corner of her room before turning to her dresser and beginning to remove her jewelry. With her long hair falling over one shoulder, I could clearly see the stunning blackbird that spanned across her shoulders. Its wings spread out in flight over her shoulder blades, its eyes were fierce and strong, staring straight at me.
    The tattoo was originally the reason for the nickname that I used for Chelsea. But it had become more than that. Blackbirds symbolize the dark and the light phases of the moon. And for me, Chelsea has been my light when things were dark. Running a club can be hard. I have to keep my thumb on the pulse at all times, know who’s where, what’s going on and why. Sometimes I’m not even sure where the hell my head is at.
    But things are different when I’m with her. It’s like a calm in the air and I feel like I can take a breath, if even just for a moment. She gives me a reason to stop and smile and she gives me the chance to just be me. Well, most of the time anyway, because right now I feel like I want to squeeze the damn life out of her for being so damn stupid.
    I moved up behind her and placed my hands on either side of the dresser in front of her, boxing her in as she removed two dangly earrings that I never really liked on her anyway. They were too fancy, too much. Chelsea was beautiful but simple.
    My chest pressed against her back. Her heels gave her extra height, and while she still didn’t quite match my stature, they placed her body in a much better position for me.
    My mouth found her bare neck, she immediately tilted her head to the side and I felt her body shiver against mine. After spending the last week avoiding her like the plague, I was about to ruin it all. But I didn’t care. I’d been stupid thinking it was possible to keep my hands off her.
    “You’re making it awfully hard for me to keep you out of trouble,” I whispered before taking the lobe of her ear between my teeth. Her ass automatically ground back against me and a soft sigh left her lips. My hands drifted up her arms and over her shoulders. “I’ll let you in on a little secret, Blackbird. There’s been a threat to the club and these guys aren’t messing around. I don’t know how close they are, whether they’re watching us just waiting to make a move, but what I do know is they’ll use whatever leverage they can in order to bring me and my club down. Including you.”
    “What?” she breathed out, her body tensing.
    “I’m trying my best to not give them an excuse to use you against me, but you must tempt me and push my patience, right?” My cock was hard and pressed right in between the cheeks of her ass.
     

    A chill ran down my spine at his words. Optimus was a leader, he controlled things, he made the rules and people followed them. That didn’t change when we were in bed.
    And I fucking loved it.
    “Take everything off,” he said sternly, moving his body away from me.
    I almost whimpered at the loss, but instead did as I was told, stripping the light fabric from my body and removing my heels. I removed my thong and bra as I walked over to him, leaving them on the floor behind me. I stood a few feet from his body, completely bared but all he did was stare into my eyes.
    The bulge that strained against the front